They say she is property. They say the world is better without her. She absorbs it all.
Leashed by time, she makes the motions of the living, fully invested in the moment, knowing there is pain any other way. Each step forward must be taken without a backwards glance-or the collar pulls and the seconds solidify.
She wants malleable minutes. Liquid hours.
She never wanted to experience hard time.
The caged shell cannot hold in her seeping, melting soul. IT is escaping-leaving her empty, but emotionally free. From the outside, she is.
On the inside, she merely... was.